Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.